Reincarnation Of The Strongest Sword God の小説・ストーリー

My eyes snapped open. My breathing was uneven, chest rising and falling rapidly. This wasn’t a dream. This was a past life. My hands trembled as I stared at the pendant again. I had died. And I was here again. Reborn. In the same world. With the same people. With Aurelia still alive. A slow, dangerous smile curved my lips. “So that’s how it is,” I muttered. Fate gave me another chance. Not to repeat mistakes. Not to watch from the sidelines.

He fought to push down his anger and calmed himself. “How strong is he?” Dustin asked calmly. Clearly, Gary had told him to find Tristan to get him killed. “Very strong!” Lord Barbenheim’s face grew serious. “Twenty years ago, he was already known as the world’s best swordsman and was nicknamed the Sword Saint! “During the Fox family incident, he took a sword manual from them. After twenty years of training, his strength is beyond measure. Some say he may have reached the level of Five Supremes or even surpassed that.”

After all, who would dare parry the attack of a Spiritool with their mortal body? "He's too powerful. Is he the reincarnation of a primordial beast or something? I can't believe he caught the sword with his hands!" remarked one of the Earthly Celestials, shaking his head.

I scrunched my face, trying to hold back my tears as I reminisced of all the things that I have done, as Sakamaki Yuu and as Lancelot Ral Constance. Just right after I reincarnated, I have been running around settling problems that the former Lancelot started. I did say that I want to live my life as I wanted, but seeing the servants and the people, in addition to my fussy attitude, I couldn’t just left them continue living like that.

Providing inappropriate attire and teleporting me into a potentially dangerous forest. "Oh god... This is truly outrageous!" I shout out in frustration. Although this may be partly my fault as well, since I didn't ask or inquire about the specifics of my reincarnation, I could have requested to be born as the child of a noble or a wealthy person. But still, this is incredibly annoying. The god should have given me suitable clothing. "Oh... That's my sword." Two swords, one black and one white, lie not far from where I'm standing. "They feel quite light..."

The candles burned black, and the stained-glass windows no longer merely reflected the moonlight; they seemed to leak it, as if the sky itself was bleeding into the room. The priestess stood at the altar's heart, arms lifted high. Her voice flowed through the chamber like smooth oil, weaving words that seemed to stretch into infinity, syllables older than any scripture. Giovanni watched from behind her. Dressed in a new suit as dark as obsidian, he wore a relic around his neck—a jagged, hollow medallion etched with the same spiral symbol found in the book of hollow. “How long until she breaks?” he asked. Though the priestess continued her chant, her voice shifted slightly, like a melody deep

"Dahlia is not my weakness, I've never felt so strong father, if only you knew what I've experienced with her, she could be Dah'ila reborn" This word struck the heart of the king, he would be too excited to believe that, but why would play with such delicate matters? For an immortal as strong and Reverend as Dah'ila, she couldn't be reborn, inhabiting a lower vessel. No law in the heavens book condoles that. He was experienced enough to discern that. "Not unless she has her reason to be born that way" he insists. "For an end such as Dah'ila's, there is no chance of being reborn, it's impossible!" The king yelled.

If Sainac was contacting him that way, there should be an important reason. When Swordmad arrived at Sainac's office, he saw that there was someone else in the room. It had the shape of a person, but it was covered in a black cloak, making it impossible to recognize its gender. Furthermore, that wasn't a real person and not even a clone, that was only an incarnation, which had taken the shape of the one who cast it. However, the pressure it emanated was enough to scare Swordmad; that incarnation alone would be able to kill him even if he joined hands with Sainac.

“Don’t push yourself too much, alright? These high-leveled weapons usually have their own souls. Using too much force might backfire on you.” Alex nodded and placed both hands on the sword hilt. He then used his body’s strength and pulled up with all his might. Yet it didn’t move one bit. It was as cumbersome as he had expected. Phoenix spoke up. “If you can’t lift it, don’t waste your energy. When you’ve achieved Incarnate Deity, you could try again once your body becomes tougher.” Alex said, “I haven’t even used any force!” “That’s big talk!” At the time, many were watching Alex. They weren’t mocking him, but none of them thought he could actually lift it. The sword actually weighed as muc

She whispered to him on her way out . As soon as she left, he took out his phone and called someone. “Hello chairman, she alone now. Okay.” He placed the phone by my ear and it was grandfather speaking. No. Begging. Desperately. “Kara, I know I've not been good to you but I can't let you die. No way. Please forgive me? Forgive this ignorant grandfather of yours, hm? Please– I don't want to be punished in the afterlife so can you please forgive me,huh?” grandfather's desperate pleas reached my ears even though I couldn't respond.